Regal art thou
O poorly named
We could not agree
So Kitty thou beWhen the mold was cast
For Hallowe’en’s star
Hazel was model
She set the bar
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Please forgive this sad attempt at poetry, but bad is what we do best. Lucky for us Happy Mouffetard of The Inelegant Gardener is sending out the call for photos of our cats and dire poetry: Let’s All Post Cat Photos And Dire Poetry On Our Blogs. Thanks, Happy!

19 Responses to LAPCPADPOUB-Ode To Ours

Hi Karen, thanks. I was not sure what was meant by dire, but in my case is means bad. Hazel’s full name is Witch Hazel, when she arches her back, she is the exact Hallowe’en cat seen in decorations and stories for that fun day.
Frances

Hi Benjamin, I’m not sure about that, for us two is perfect. But I can understand the need for more. The kittens down the street were so tempting, my heart melted but Hazel is not an easy going gal, getting Kitty upset her greatly. She is number one and requests no more at this time. We humbly obey.
Frances

The computer has slowed to a crawl, making a visit to Happy Mouffetard difficult, so I will leave you my dire poem Frances. I’m not ready to post cat pictures on my blog just yet.

Grayman
Darkie

I miss my cats
But they would not last
At decrepit age
With tremors and feeble motion
A long journey that crossed an ocean

They were left
At rest
In the kingdom
They ruled

A garden of bodacious flowers
And leaping lizards
With hundreds of hidden spots
For long naps

And now the longest nap of all
A memory
That still begins
With their lethal ends

Oh Christopher, your words and feelings about the sweet companions you left on the island are so moving, my heart aches for you and them. I am honored to have your artistry grace the pages of Fairegarden.
Frances

Those are really, really, really dreadful poems. The first one is particularly dire: the use of the Elizabethan ‘thou’ was a masterstroke.

Hi James, may I call you James? wink wink, excuse me while I am sick in my trug. My poetry can only be dreadful, but the thou really capped it off. I appreciate this high insult, coming from such a wordsmith as yourself. ;->
Frances

Love the cats, the fluffy black one is so huggable, and the poetry …. definately a contender!

hehe

Hi Zoe, this is so fun. Miss Hazel is not at all huggable, thank you, she prefers to sit on the arm of the chair and stare at you, possible you might be allowed to scratch her ears, or not, but don’t try and pick her up or gasp! give her a hug. You’ll be sorry! Thanks for that vote of support! ;->
Frances

If I would stop clipping my cats, Cheetah would make for Hazels twin sister! Love the poem and puddy tats… Today we went into the GA hill country to find color in the trees. Not much luck but while missing a turn in Athens, we went down a side street to turn around. We spotted a Black cat catching a chipmunk! The kitty took it to the front door and dropped it then chippy ran under the thick ivy with kitty on its tail… I guess kitty was playing Cat and Monk…. lol. Poor Chippy…

Hi Skeeter, hope you Cheetah has a better mentality than Hazel. We always say it is a good thing she has looks, because that is all she has got. Cat and Monk, good one. You should have written a pome as they are calling this bad poetry.
Frances

Oh I am SO sad I missed this. I have loads of cutesy-pootsie photos of my kitties and my poetry would make anyone cringe. Maybe next year!

Thanks for the grin and the cutes!

Hi Genevieve, thanks. You can post about your kitties and poetry any time, I would. This was a silly meme that may not be repeated. Although it was so popular maybe it will, who knows? Practice that bad poetry, it was fun to compose, and so easy. All of my own poetry is terrible, I should have won. HA
Frances

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My name is Frances and I am a lifelong gardener, having lived in various parts of the USA over many years. I am now gardening in USDA Zone 7a east Tennessee. From 2000 to 2014 I was gardening on a slope in a small town in Tennessee. I have been blogging about my gardens since December of 2007. Thank you for visiting!